Strolling around downtown on a sunny summer afternoon during an interview, the host of the popular podcast “East Bay Yesterday” shares a mix of anecdotes intrinsic to Oakland’s identity, culled from both historical sources and his own personal experiences exploring abandoned buildings (sometimes illegally).
We were 30 miles from our East Bay home in Rock City, a maze of towering oddly shaped boulders. Some rose overhead, looming like fortresses. Others sprouted like oversized puffball mushrooms, almost too perfectly round and artfully positioned to be real. Still others were pockmarked with mysterious “wind caves,” big enough to crawl inside and sit perched on the face of an ancient rock wall.
MORE THAN A FEW BIBLIOPHILES would prefer that their prized possessions be kept in a bank vault as opposed to a bookshelf, but few actually get to see their dream in action. Enter The Last Bookstore, an iconic Los Angeles book shop with a not-so-subtly symbolic name that is housed in the grand atrium of what was once a bank.
The marble pillars and mile-high ceiling remain from the old bank, but in place of patrons and guarded stacks of cash, bookshelves line the walls and artful displays of books abound.